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You sat at the dining room table, sealing the very last envelope to a delicate green wedding invitation. In your freshman year of high school you had taking the calligraphy section if your art class very seriously and now, nearly nine years after and graduated from college, you still did wedding invitations on the side. 

"Good morning," your boyfriends deep, rough sleepy voice startled you from your bubble you had been lost in. "Easy princess, didn't mean to scare you." He smiled, bending down to kiss the top of your head. He smelled like the mint toothpaste you two kept in your bathroom mixed with the aftershave he used every morning. 

Once upon a time you had hated the smell of both of those things but after five years of it mingling together on him, it was now a comfort. "Morning," you smiled, placing the last invited in a cardboard box full of the same green paper. "I just finished up. I'll need to take these to the post." 

"I'm off today. I'll take you. We can drop those off then we can stop at that coffee shop you like," Billy propped against the sink, tipping a cup of orange juice up. 

You watched as his throat worked, the vein in his neck bulging as he chugged the drink. You felt your cheeks turning pink. He was so kind but god fuck that coffee shop. All you could think about now was getting him upstairs and, "Hello? You okay?" He interrupted your thoughts, making your skin redden further. 

"Hmm? Oh, yes. Coffee sounds good. You're sooo thoughtful. And so in love with me, huh?"

Billy flashed a smile. Even though you were sure it was the morning sun pouring through the window it felt like his smile warmed the very room. "That I am, princess." 

He sat the glass in the sink, walking over to grab the box. "I'll go put these in the car. How about you get changed and meet me out there?" 

You glanced down at your extremely low cut tank top and pajama shorts that were so short they could probably qualify as underwear. "What? You don't think I should wear this?" You teased. 

A possessive look overtook him, one that still made your stomach do somersault. "No, kitten. You are not going to wear that out. I don't go around picking fights anymore but if someone was to look at you in any kind of way… Well, you remember that party our senior of high school, right?" 

You gulped, standing from the table. You did in fact remember that night. Billy had broken Jason Carver's nose so badly it wasn't the same even after surgery. That had been a terrible weekend. One in which you were sure Neil was going to kill Billy. But, he hadn't. He had come close to it but none of that mattered. 

It had taken Billy years to change, to break that horrible cycle Neil had taught him. But you, ever the patient girl who was in love with him and refused to give up on him like everyone else did waited through it. It was tough. There were fights, tears, breakups, makeup sex… So much whiplash you felt like physical pain wouldn't have hurt as bad but no matter what you had never thrown in the towel. You knew from the moment you met Billy he was yours, he just needed time. 

You hurried upstairs after kissing his cheek, opting for your favorite shirt of Billy's, his Metallica shirt that had been washed and bleach to a thin slip of thing. It was so thin and soft now, you loved to wear it. You pulled on a pair of jeans over your pajama shorts, throwing your hair up quickly. 

Glancing out your bedroom window you could see Billy, standing by his car with the passenger door open. He always opened the door for you, that much had never changed. Not even in the times you had argued. He was leaned against the blue frame, taking a long inhale from a cigarette. You reached for your Polaroid camera, pulling it from your night stand and using two steady hands to capture the photo of him. Just you pulled the camera away from your face Billy looked up, giving you a knowing wink. You sat the camera back down, photo still slowly printing. It would be there when you got home. 

Billy shut the door after you got in but not before making sure your purse was in your lap and not on your side where it would get smashed by the car door. He really was a gentleman. Those years of fighting and begging seemed so far away. He had never been cruel, not really. Just hard to get through. Walls of fucking steel. 

His hand curled around your thigh then the two of you were off. You had always enjoyed doing such mundane things like this with him. Dropping off mail, picking up groceries, anything that seemed like a boring task was made better if the two of you were doing it together.

"I'm thinking of inviting Max, Lucas and Susan over for my birthday this month. I thought maybe we could cook some steaks on the grill and catch up," Billy voice was soft like this admission was hard for him and you knew it was. Growing up with his father Billy had been mean, just like his dad. It took him awhile to unlearn that and apologize to his step-sister, her now husband and his step-mom. It had been a tedious and awkward road but at least he was trying. It had taken Susan two years after Billy moved out to leave his dad. Neil stayed in Hawkins but Susan had moved back to California since Max had been accepted to UC Berkeley. The two of you had moved to San Diego at the behest of Billy. You parents didn't like it at first since the three of you along with your younger brother was close but they knew they couldn't stop you. Besides, you always went back for Christmas. 

You nodded slowly, worried any sudden excitement would scare away the idea like a timid animal. "I think that's a great idea. I can make the potato salad that Susan liked and we can just… Hang out."

"Yeah, that sounds good. And you'll make me a cake too?"

You looked over, giving him a smile, "But of course. Don't I always?" 

Billy pulled the car into the post office, "I'll take these in." Before you could protest he was out of the car, going o the trunk for the box. You watched him go inside, looking at his ass the whole time he walked away. 

When he got back into the car you leaned over the middle, "I love to watch you walk away." 

Billy flashed a smile, "S'that right?" You pushed further up, catching his lips in a kiss. 

He cupped your neck with a free hand, his thumb brushing over your pulse which was quickening. "Not in a post office parking lot in the middle of daylight, you pervert," he warned. 

You groaned sitting back into your seat, "Ever since you got old you're no fun anymore."

Billy snorted, backing the car out of the parking lot. "Since I got old? Yeah right, you're the one in bed by eight every night."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "I'm not old."

"Okay, grandma," he laughed, his hand resting on your thigh again. 

You stared out the window, the view of the water still being one of your most favorite things. "Okay, so. Coffee, then what? What's the plan for the day?"

"Well, we already did the groceries this week. Nothing needs done around the house yet… So, I guess we have a free day. Is there anything you have in mind?"

You bit your lip, squeezing yours legs together tightly. "I can think of a few things I'd like to do."

"Hm, that so? Like what?" His voice was more gravely now, he knew exactly what you wanted. 

You turned, letting your hand rest on his jeans. "Can I just show you?"

Billy glanced at you, his eyes seeming to darken. "Show me, princess."

He was turning down a street with less traffic. You unbuckled your own seatbelt, leaning over to kiss his neck before unbuttoning his jeans and sliding down his zipper slowly. He was already getting hard which made you grin. 

You slid your hand the slit in his underwear, pulling him out. Even not fully erect Billy was huge. Your mouth was watering as you pumped him a few times. It was like you feel him growing inside your grasp. He looked down at you and you tutted, "Eyes on the road. You wouldn't want to crash this pretty car, would you?"

You knew that if you gave him time to respond it would have been a smart ass comment so you didn't. Instead you took him into your mouth, hand stroking the length of him as your mouth followed suit. Instead of whatever witty reply you were sure he was whipping up he groaned, letting a soft, "Fuck."

You hummed around him, taking him all the way to the back of your throat. Billy let out the closest noise to a whimper he would ever make because that wasn't something he done. He moved his hand so he could fist your hair, grabbing a tight hold of it. He pushed you down onto him so you were unable to move. You gagged on him, saliva coating your mouth and soaking him. "Good girl," he soothed using his hold on your curls to move your head up then back down.

"Just like that, baby," he voice was low and raspy but he was goddamn controlled, never once swerving on the road. 

You let one of your hands slip between your legs but Billy was quick to grab that hand, letting go of your hair. You continued to move your mouth, speeding up. "Don't even think about it. I'm going to be the one to take care of you. You aren't going to cum without my head between those pretty legs of yours. 

Billy's comment made you moan just as you were pushing his dick back into your throat. You could feel him tightening in your mouth, you knew he was close and you wanted more than anything for him follow through on his words right now. Just the thought of him licking you clean with his fingers inside you made you moan again. 

"Christ," Billy bit out, jerking inside your throat. You grinned around him, waiting for him to finish before sitting up. He looked at you and you winked at him, using your thumb to wipe off your lip. 

"I fucking love you," he said, pulling you over the center of the car to kiss you.

You giggled, pushing his shoulder playfully. "Watch the road you idiot." 

He grabbed your thigh possessively, his other hand tightening on the steering wheel. "You're so sweet," his tone was sarcastic.

You groaned as he pulled the car into the coffee shop. "I thought you said you were going to punish me with that wicked tongue of yours."

"I intend too. But, I told you'd we'd get your coffee." He worked on fastening his jeans before he got out of the car to open your door. He handed you a wad of cash which you took with a smile. "Get me a black coffee, I'm going to smoke."

You nodded, saluting him before turning on your heel. "Yes sir."

Rip. "Fuck," you growled, hand reaching out to grab your dress just after the loud noise broke the silence. You had worked so hard to make absolutely no noise. You were trying hard to be undetectable. It was Halloween, your absolute favorite holiday and your boyfriend, Eddie, had informed you that there would be a hunt tonight. 

The rules of the hunt were simple. 

Run, hide, stay quiet and do not caught. Once you were caught, well, that's when the punishment came. Of course it wasn't punishment, not really. It was actually the fucking of a life time. One you were always eager to have. Eddie had a thing for slasher flicks so he enjoyed playing out this scenario. 

You had dressed as a maiden which in the moment had seemed like a good costume idea but here were, miles into the woods out past Lovers Lake with a gaping slit exposing your right thigh all the way to your stomach. 

You held your breath, listening closely, would he had been able to hear that? It was dead silent which was a good sign. You were just able to step away from the tree you had been leaned up against when you heard it. The sound of a twig snapping. 

Your eyes darted around, which direction had that come from? You couldn't be too sure. You took a careful step towards your right. You knew for a fact there was an abandoned barn a little further north. How may times had you spent in the busted up hayloft under and on top of Eddie? But he knew that place as well as you and he would think it was just the kind of place you'd run and hide. You had to be smarter than him. Maybe the safest spot would be the unexpected, back towards the lake. 

Crack. Another snapped branch. He was being awful reckless tonight. Usually he was so quiet you couldn't even detect him until he was in your line of vision. Maybe he was eager to get this over with and get under you. The thought alone made your stomach flutter and the heat between your legs spark. 

Taking a few more steps to look around you decided to run. As you made a break for it you could feel your dress fly behind you where it was ripped. Your whole lower half of body and hips were exposed to the cool night air. A figure stepped out in front of you causing you to slide to halt. You grinned, you had him now. But, this wasn't Eddie. You stumbled, taking a careful step back. This man, unable to be identified because of the long white mask he wore, was a good two inches shorter than Eddie. His shoulders were fuller and he looked strong. This wasn't Eddie, this was some stranger. He took a step forward and you another back.

It was a slow game that was terrifying you. For the first time during the hunt you were actually scared. Someone you didn't know was out here. Had he heard or seen you snooping around the lake and decided to follow you in? He took another step forward and you back. Your back pushed against something hard and unmoving. A hand came to cover your mouth. 

Something metal and cold touched your neck, "Don't make a sound, princess. Remember the rules." 

Relief flushed through you. This was Eddie. But… If it was Eddie behind you; who was in front of you? Had Eddie invited another person? Was he intending to share you? The very thought had you clenching your legs together. You wanted so very badly to be used. If Eddie wasn't threatened by this person that meant he was here because he was asked to be. 

Eddie tsked, using his free hand to push your thighs back apart. "There will be none of that. You hadn't earned a damn thing yet." 

The metal blade pressed against your neck, you knew Eddie would never do it hard enough to hurt you but the thrill that went through body had you whimpering. 

The anonymous man stepped toward you, his gloved reaching out to stroke your cheek before he stuff his thumb in your mouth. You gazed at the eyes of the mask, wondering if he could see well enough through it to note your eye contact. You sucked, the taste of leather making you wet. 

Eddie had brought the idea up to you a few times about bringing someone else in for the fun. He had never mentioned it would be during the hunt but you liked the idea of two hunters. He had asked nearly a month ago for you consent. When you had questioned who it would be he had said, "Someone I trust. Someone I know will fuck you good, just the way you deserve. You are my greatest joy in this life and I would never bring you someone unworthy." 

The man removed his thumb, reaching out to lift you in one smooth motion. He threw you over his shoulder and you halfheartedly beat your fist against his back. "Let me down!" 

"Uh-huh princess. Don't be naughty. We've caught you. It's time for you to give in." 

You couldn't see Eddie since he was walking in front of whoever this fridge of a man was. But all the same, a chill ran down your body. You could feel the cool night wind wrapping around your exposed skin. Someone's hands, Eddie's you assumed since the man was holding you tightly, reached up and ripped your dress further. With very little protest from you, he wrestled it off you, letting it fall to the forest floor. You had been wearing a lavender lacy thong but had opted for no bra since it wasn't that type of dress. Your tits pressed against the cool silk of the man's outfit and your nipples pebbled instantly. 

"Put her down, let's get a look at her." Eddie instructed. 

The stranger did as he was told and you couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't saying anything. Was it to keep his identity from you? Did he plan to reveal himself at any point tonight?

You shivered, the wind feeling icy on your breasts. You started to wrap your arms around yourself for warmth but the masked man reached out a hand to stop you. You stood in front him, chest exposed. "Take off your underwear," Eddie's voice commanded. 

You slid your panties to the ground, knowing that you wouldn't get them back after tonight which was a shame because they were your favorite pair. You could feel both sets of eyes on you and the feeling was setting you on fire. You knew now that if you let your hand dip between your legs you would already be soaking wet and you knew that Eddie himself was aware of the fact as well.

The man picked you up once more, throwing you back over his shoulder. Eddie was leading him to the barn. 

It wasn't too far of a walk and you were thankful it didn't take very long to get there. You weren't sure how much longer you could wait. "Put her here," Eddie was giving the man instructions but since you were facing away you couldn't see exactly what was happening. As you were put on your feet you could see a rope dangling above you that had soft cuffs at the end. There was not a lot of length between the two cuffs, it looked as if Eddie had knotted it up so your hands would be fastened together. 

"Arms up, baby doll," he grinned, his own mask now discarded to the floor. You lifted your arms and Eddie crossed your wrists before fastening the restraints. "Is that okay? Too tight?" 

You shook your head, suppressing a smile. Even when he was being dominant he always made sure you were okay. "Good, legs apart." 

You planted your feet shoulder width apart and Eddie circled behind you, the man following him. "Bend over." 

It was awkward with your hands restrained above your head but you did the best he could. "So fucking wet already. God you are such a slut," Eddie chided, walking back in front of you. "Stay still." 

You raised a brow but knew better to question the orders he was giving you. Suddenly there something rubbing between your pussy. It took you a moment to realize it was the leather of the man's gloves. You whined as he nudged your entrance, getting his finger wet before spreading it around and rubbing your clit. "So fucking pretty," he said. It was the first time he spoke and the sentence made you gasp. You knew that voice, it was Steve Harrington. How mamy times had you heard him during high school? Or on late nights when the world had went to shit and a large group of you gathered at WSQK? No wonder he hadn't talked, it was so obvious. How did Eddie get him involved? You had always thought Steve was a hunk and god now the both of them, you shuddered at the thought. 

A gloved finger slid inside of you without warning, making your back arch. It was the most foreign sensation but you liked it. A whimper escaped your lips and Eddie bent down so you could see him grinning. "Are you excited to find out how good Stevie and can fuck you tonight?" 

You nodded quickly, not caring how eager you seemed. The leather pushed in out of you and your eyes closed from the pleasure. Just as you felt yourself wishing for more Steve had removed his finger. You whined, your eyes flicking open to see Steve coming around to the front of you. The mask was gone and so were the gloves. He and Eddie both were in silly looking robes but they were removing those too, leaving them both in boxers. 

You licked your lips not thinking much about the action but you didn't miss the way Steve's cock twitched. You weren't sure how Eddie had even brought this up to Steve but it was clear he was into it. 

Eddie watched you watch Steve and he grinned, stepping closer to Steve to pull down his boxers. You gawked at Steve, he was huge. Eddie was big enough himself but god Steve was- how were you going to do this? With the both of them? You shivered and Eddie held out his hand in front of your lips. You spit on his fingers and he brought his hand to Steve's cock, swirling his hand around the tip before pumping him a few times. Steve was fully erect now and so was Eddie, you couldn't miss the way his boxers were fighting to keep him restrained. 

Steve stepped forward, "Open your mouth," his tone was demanding but what he didn't know about you was how good you were at obeying orders. 

You opened your mouth, looking up to hold his gaze as he pushed his cock slowly into your mouth. You didn't move, you let him control the situation. It was possible he wasn't aware of Eddie's rules but you didn't dare begin until instructed. When he was pushing against your throat he groaned, not knowing you had no gag reflex. "Go ahead princess, suck Steve's dick."

You used the heels of your feet to push you forward, taking Steve as fully in your mouth as you could but leaning back to pull your mouth off him. You worked him the way Eddie liked, fast and wet. Saliva was spilling out from around your mouth but Steve looked as if he was in heaven. His eyes were half closed and his hands were holding your head now moving you as he seen fit. You enjoyed when Eddie used your mouth to fuck himself just how he wanted and the same proved for Steve. 

Eddie walked behind you and you could feel his hand cupping your ass. "Stevie," he said in a low voice. "C'mere."

Steve groaned, pulling himself out of your mouth. His cock was throbbing and you whined from the loss of him. "Look how wet you are," Steve said. One of them rubbed at your entrance but you couldn't see who was doing it. "Stand up" Eddie helped you raise up and you had to admit you were thankful because you weren't sure of how good you could get fucked like this. 

Steve and Eddie both worked to let you out of the restraints then Eddie kissed you roughly, biting your lip. You whimpered, nipping back at his lip. "Upstairs."

You followed the two of them up to the barn's loft where there was a thick pile of blankets. Eddie motioned for Steve to lay down then he took your hand, leading you over to Steve. Steve was watching the two of you in awe and it had you suddenly wondering if he had ever done anything like this before. Were threesomes something he took part in often? Had Eddie done this before you? That was a question you'd never asked but if you were being honest you really didn't care because now there was only you. 

You bent your knees like Eddie was guiding you to do. You were straddling Steve, looking down at him. His cheeks were flushed with a tinge of pink. He was a very pretty man just like Eddie but also different from Eddie. "Are you ready to feel her, Stevie?" Steve nodded, that haze of lust fogging his eyes again. His hand reached out to paw at your chest and Eddie smirked. He used one to guide Steve's dick to you, using his other on your shoulder to push you down slowly. 

You braced your hands on Steve's chest, fingers settling in a patch of his chest hair, lifting slowly off him to sink back down. You moved leisurely, Steve moaning. "You sound so pretty," you said to Steve. 

Eddie was stroking his own cock lazily, "He does, doesn't he, princess?"

You smiled, grinding your hips against Steve before speeding up. You were bouncing quickly on top of him now his hands holding your breasts as they bounced around with you. You let your head fall back, moaning loudly. He felt so good, just like Eddie did. There was nothing you loved more than feeling so full and right now you felt completely stretched. 

As you raised up off Steve you decided to turn so you were riding him in reverse. You leaned down, grinding hard against him. Eddie came over to stand in front of you, his stance spread so each of his legs were on the other side of Steve's. He gripped your cheeks in his hand, squeezing just enough to keep your mouth parted. You held his eyes but never broke your rhythm as you moved atop Steve. "So fucking gorgeous," Eddie smiled. 

He slid his cock into your mouth and you combined your movements to pleasure them both. When you would move down on Steve, taking him completely inside you, the tip of Eddie's cock would be in your mouth so you swirled your tongue around just the way you knew he loved. Then, when you raised yourself off Steve you would take Eddie back into your throat. You were gasping from the pleasure you were feeling but it was smothered around Eddie's cock. 

Steve's hands found your waist and he held you tightly, moving you up and down on him. You moaned loudly. Your brain was fuzzy from bliss. This was one of the hottest thing you had ever done and the thought of your cunt and mouth being filled by both men was enough to send your spiraling over the edge. You could feel Steve's cock jerking inside of you but you continued to ride him through his orgasm. You felt so fucking good you weren't sure you could stop. "That's it, princess. Keep going," Eddie purred, his hand reaching down to pinch one of your nipples. 

You moaned around his cock, and a sharp pain came from your ass. Steve had spanked you hard and that had done it. You couldn't fight it anymore, you were going to come and you were sure it was going to break your mind. Your hips bucked, unable to control how they moved as you fluttered and clenched around Steve. He moaned loudly, smacking your ass. 

Even though your vision was tunneling in and out, Eddie wasn't done. You were experiencing one of the most intense orgasms of your life and Eddie held your head in his hands, slamming his cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with every motion. You were whimpering, tears spilling down your cheeks. You felt so sensitive you weren't sure how much more you could take. 

Just as you thought you may nearly explode Steve started to move his hips below you. He was already hard again. Maybe tonight would be the night you died from pure pleasure. Eddie spilled into you mouth, pulling out so you could lick his cock clean. 

Steve grabbed your arm, making you turn around. He sat up, adjusting you so he was holding you and moving you up and down on him. You heard the familiar sound of a lube bottle closing behind you. A chill ran down your spine, was Eddie going to take you too? Would you have both of them in you at the same time?

You bit your bottom lip, turning your head to see Eddie pumping lube onto his dick. Steve stopped you, keeping you settled on his dick. Eddie came up behind you, rubbing the excess lube on your ass. Your eyes widened. Just the feeling him rubbing you while you were fully seated on Steve's cock made your stomach flip. "Please?" You pleaded needing the feeling of both of them. You were convinced if this didn't happen it would kill you. 

Eddie's cock rubbed gently at your ass, he pushed so slow. This was something the two of you had done before and you did enjoy it but you had never experienced double penetration. You weren't sure how this was going to be but you did know that you wanted it more than anything else in this moment. 

For a moment it hurt, you held your breath, knowing just how temporary this pain was. When he was fully inside you, you were sure you'd cum just from the feeling of having them both in you. Steve gripped your waist and began to move you up and down slowly and the feeling was akin to bliss. You were sure this was quiet literally heaven. 

A loud moan ripped from your throat and you whimpered, "Faster?" you begged. 

Steve obliged and Eddie started moving as well. "Oh my fucking god," you choked out, a sob pushing up at your throat. You wanted to feel this full of them forever. 

Steve and Eddie both moaned, kissing one another over your shoulder. You whined, a hand dipping between your thighs to rub your clit. The feeling immediately made you shudder, tears streaming down your cheeks. In a matter of moments it was all too much. You jerked, feeling yourself clench and squeeze around Steve's cock. Your body was throbbing and you were crying from the feeling. 

You brain felt liquid and you weren't sure when it happened but you were now laying on the palette, Eddie and Steve using each others hands to finish them off before Eddie laid down beside you. Steve looked at the two of you then shrugged, laying down next to you as well. Eddie was peppering kisses all over your face, "Such a good girl. You did so well." 

You hummed lazily, turning your head to catch his lips in a kiss. You turned to your side, letting your hand reach out and lay over Steve's stomach as you laid your head on his chest. 

In early hours of the morning a pink haze settled in the barn. The sun was rising and you were squished between Steve and Eddie. You body was sore but in the best way possible. You stretched out, arms folding over Eddie who must have turned in your sleep to face. Steve was still behind you, arm threw lazily over you. He sat up, looking down at you. "Good morning," he smiled. 

"Goddammit," was all you could manage as you fumbled for the keys. "Stupid fucking cabin. Stupid fucking Hawkins. Goddamn idiots." Your fingers weren't blue but you were sure if you didn't get inside and start a fire frostbite was sure to follow. 

Your finger looped around a metal keyring and you sighed with relief, trying to keep your hand steady as you slid the key into the lock. The door was like everything else in the garbage town, corroded and rusty. You had to shove up against it just to get it to open. 

You shut the door behind you, letting your duffel bag drop to the floor. You stood in place long enough to let out a scream of frustration. You didn't even go to parties, that was something you avoided your whole high school career. But, you were back from college and this one sounded fun. Not only that you had found yourself while away at university so it felt like the right time branch out. There had been a party at Tommy H's house who you didn't even fucking like. 

You threw some logs into the fireplace while mumbling about stupid washed up high school has beens. That's all any of them were. When you had come back into town to visit with family you had seen Carol out at Benny's- well what Benny's had been changed into which was a shitty BBQ place your family insisted you go. When you were leaving Carol had stopped you.

"Listen, I know we didn't like hang out in school or whatever but you should totally come to Tommy's tomorrow. We're having a party and well, I think it could be fun to catch up, ya know?"

You had believed her, you had thought that she and her shitty group of disciples actually were nice. That maybe, just maybe, graduating had forced them to grow up and out of their mean girl shit. 

You had been so fucking wrong. When you got there you had been surprised at the amount of underage kids there were. Most of them were still in high school. You had mentioned that fact to Carol, questioning why there was a bunch of minors at a party hosted by twenty-two year old's. She didn't like that question and just brushed it off with a 'Hawkins is small, friends can be different ages'

However, you could see shortly into your visit what the truth was. Tommy and Carol had no actual friends. Their desperate attempt to stay relevant in Hawkins knew no limits including supplying alcohol to children. "Are you guys so scared of moving on? When does the fight to stay the queen and king of Hawkins High become too much?" You had asked Carol after watching a drunk girl being carried out by their equally drunk friends to god on knew what- drive home intoxicated? 

Carol didn't appreciate you criticism and had shoved you into the ice cold pool. The tarp wrapped around you causing you to be stuck in the water for longer than anyone should ever be. It had felt like a thousand sharp icicles piercing your body. It had been a young high school boy that had come in after you. When you crawled over the edge of the pool, body trembling from the subzero temperatures, you glared at Carol who was giggling. If not for that young boy you may not have made it. It didn't look like anyone else was rushing to your aid. 

You wasted no time after the party ripping out of town limits and heading straight for your grandparents cabin. You needed to get away but it was too late to drive all the way back to school. 

After the fire was going you stripped out of the clothes that were still damp, leaving them in the middle of the floor. You headed for the bathroom, turning the hot water knob all the way over. You stood under the burning hot water, thinking of all the ways you wanted to throttle Carol and Tommy. You didn't hang out with them in high school so why did you think it would be a good idea now? If you were being truthful with yourself it was your fault for agreeing to go. This could have been avoided had you just stayed home and got ready to head back to Boston. 

After washing yourself off and standing under the stream of water until it started to run cold, you turn off the faucet. Stepping out onto the cold stone floor. As you were squeezing the towel around your hair you heard a soft thunk. You froze for a moment, you knew you had locked the door behind yourself, right? It was an old cabin so maybe it was just the plumbing. You did after all just run hot ass water through more than likely frozen pipes. 

You padded down the hallway to the main bedroom where your family kept changes of clothes. After digging through a bunch of drawers you found a soft pink nightgown that had some point probably belonged to your mother or grandma. It was all there was so you sighed, pulling it over your head. 

A clatter came from the kitchen causing you to jump. You looked around the room, looking for a weapon. Anything would do. The first thing your eyes landed on was one of your grandpa's hiking stick. You snatched it up and walked slowly from the bedroom, down the hall. You jumped in front of the kitchen expecting to find someone standing there but instead found a stack of dished knocking back into the sink. 

Weird, maybe a mouse? It wasn't abnormal for critters to seek shelter in this weather. Yeah, that had to be it. The only explanation actually. 

Your grip loosened on the stick as you turned around. Before you could scream you were being shoved against the wall, a hand covering your mouth. You were kicking your legs in an attempt to escape until your brain caught up with your eyes. You narrowed your eyes, glaring at the perpetrator. You brought the stick up, slamming it into his side. 

"Jesus Christ you fucking crazy bitch," Billy hissed, refusing to move, leaving you pinned against the wall. You bit his hand and he removed it from your mouth with a hiss. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? You're breaking into my house!"

Billy tutted, fully recovered from your violent attempts that clearly did not effect him. "Now now, you invited me in here once. So it's not breaking in."

"That wasn't a permanent invitation you crazy bastard," you growled, trying to shove him off of you.

"You didn't tell me you were coming home," he sounded disappointed. 

"Why would I? Did you think I actually wanted to see you? Fuck you," you said, giving another strong attempt to shove him off. 

He stumbled and that was all you needed to raise your leg and kick his shin. He fell back with a loud and angry, "Fuck."

You didn't waste time. Without a thought to the weather outside you took off running, flinging the front door open. You would just head to your car, lock yourself in since you didn't grab your keys. Surely he would get tired of waiting around and just leave. That's what he always did, what he was good at any way.

You grabbed your car handle and almost fell back when it didn't budge. "Metal freezes, dumb ass," he said calmly as he walked onto the porch and down the steps at a strolling pace. 

You bit back an insult and tried to think quick what your next plan was. The shed would be locked so you had no escape plan other than running in the woods trying to lose him. You knew your way around and that was an advantage Billy didn't have. But could you lose him and make it back in time before freezing? 

Snow covered the ground, there was at least four inches already, you didn't stand a chance out here in a nightgown that barely came down to your knees. You took of running at a pace you wouldn't be able to keep long. You didn't have to turn around to know Billy was right behind you, you could hear his boots crunching at a breakneck pace in the snow. 

"Leave me alone," you screamed out into the trees. 

"You knew that was never gonna happen," he said behind you somewhere. 

You ran in different directions, trying hard to lose him. You knew that if you turned left and head back now it would take you the long way but if you had been successful at shaking the idiot off you'd make before he could. 

Just as the cabin came into view you heard him but it was too late, before you could even turn your head, he had you knocked down. You fell against a rock, the stone scraping your arm. You winced at the pain and wiggled beneath Billy trying to shake him off. "Get off you fucking idiot!" You yelled, trying to push him off. 

You could feel the warmth of your own blood trickling down your arm. "No, you need to be punished," he said matter-of-factually. 

"I didn't do anything, you can't control me anymore," you bucked against him, your body betraying you as you felt your stomach warm. This was something Billy had always been able to do. Get you bothered when you didn't even want him because you didn't want him, right?

"For not calling. For not telling me you were home. For being away at college and being a fucking slut," he had a crazed look in his eye and he licked his bottom lip, one hand wrapping around your throat. 

"What are you talking about? We broke up so why does it matter who I fuck?" You growled. 

"Because you're mine, how many times do I have to tell you that?" You heard his pants unzip and your breath hitched. 

Traitor, traitor, you yelled at your body inside your head when you felt yourself becoming wet. The truth was you had fucked other people while off at college but it didn't matter. No one fucked like Billy. Every one you had paled in comparison. Maybe it was because there was nothing like hate fucking Billy. "You're fucking crazy," you hissed, spitting in his face. 

His hand gripped your jaw tightly, causing you to cry out in pain, "You stupid fucking cunt," he growled. 

He grabbed you by your middle and flipped you around, your face and hands buried in the snow. Before you could put up any sort of fight he was inside of you. One swift, painful stroke and you were crying out, inhaling snow. "Gonna remind you who you belong to," he grunted, pulling out of you to slam back in. 

His pace was relentless from the start, if you could make a noise you were sure you'd be screaming but every time your mouth opened it filled with snow. He finally let go of your head so you could raise up. His hands were gripping your waist as you arched against him. "All of them," you said, pausing to spit out snow, "fucked better than you. Every single one of them."

The nightgown was pushed up and the cold air snaked around you, causing you to shudder and tighten around him. He brought a hand down to smack your ass. You whimpered, his fist finding your hair as he pulled it back, forcing you to look at him. "You're a fucking liar. You know I'm know the only one who can do this for you."

You knew he was right. College had left you faking orgasms and cancelling dates all the time. You and Billy may had been split up but the only thought you had every night your hands slipped between your thighs at night was Billy Hargrove. 

Your mouth joined your body in being a traitor when a loud moan slipped out of your lips. "That's what I thought," he said proudly, still pounding into you. 

Blood from your arm was dripping into the snow and you couldn't care less. Just earlier you had been so concerned about frostbite but the only thought you had now was the friction you needed against your clit. Billy pulled your hair again, "Don't even think about it," he said seeming to know exactly what you were thinking. "Sluts don't get to cum." 

He leaned down biting your shoulder through the nightgown. Rather than pain it was pleasure, you felt yourself building towards a precipice you didn't want to fall over for him. You knew it was inevitable though. He was fucking you like he had never hated anyone alive more than you. The thought alone made you whimper. 

You could feel the flutter building inside of you and you knew Billy felt you clenching around him, "What did I tell you? Mine," he groaned, gripping your hips so hard you knew that tomorrow there would be bruises. 

You moaned, biting your lip. His hand curved around you, sliding in between your legs. You had not been expecting him to let you cum but when he pressed a small clump of snow against your clit you hissed, immediately squeezing around him. You hadn't been expecting that sensation but christ it was good. 

"Say it," he said, still pushing inside of you like he could deeper with every thrust even thought you were fluttering him.

You slumped down into the snow, unable to pick yourself up. He grabbed you, leaning back on his legs, and holding you so he could move you up and down his cock like a goddamn rag doll. You shook your head, refusing to say it; or maybe you couldn't from all the sensations you were feeling. 

Billy leaned forward, biting your neck, "Say it." 

"Fuck!" You cried, the hitch in your breath happening as you had your second orgasm. In this position you could feel everything dripping down your thighs. "Y-yours," you whined softly, not sure if you could say anything else. 

Billy thrusted into you hard, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled into you. He knew you were still on the pill so that didn't matter. You slumped against him and he inhaled the smell of your hair. You were still experiencing small flutters, clenching against him as you felt his cum running down your legs.

"Lets get you inside, get you cleaned up. I'm not done yet."

"Yes sir," you finally said, relenting on whatever control you pretended to want.